Rex's supersuit vanishes before their very eyes, morphing into something a lot more period appropriate. He pats down his own head, unused to not only walking around without the protection of the helmet and visor combination, but also surprised not to have either in his vicinity at all. What he immediately notes is that this outfit is a lot more intricate, with a heavier centerpiece and far more flammable sleeves. He'll have to be careful.]
...Oops.
Oh gawd, did I just get stuck in a pair of tights? Wait! Where's the river. I need to know how bad my butt looks.
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Rex's supersuit vanishes before their very eyes, morphing into something a lot more period appropriate. He pats down his own head, unused to not only walking around without the protection of the helmet and visor combination, but also surprised not to have either in his vicinity at all. What he immediately notes is that this outfit is a lot more intricate, with a heavier centerpiece and far more flammable sleeves. He'll have to be careful.]
...Oops.
Oh gawd, did I just get stuck in a pair of tights? Wait! Where's the river. I need to know how bad my butt looks.